The Greek and Roman Titan Girl

Chapter 1: Snow in Nevada!

(Anything from Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson series is his. No copyright intended. Only my stuff is mine!)

"WHY CAN'T YOU BE JUST A BIT MORE SOCIAL!? IF YOU HAD LEARNED TO BE A NORMAL LIVING THING, I WOULDN'T HAVE TO DO THIS!" my mother yelled at me for the millionth time. I did not reply. My name is Alex. My mother is a rich movie star and expects me to be flawless and perfect. I have long, curly and wild blond hair with unusual rainbow streaks that change depending on my mood. And yet I never dyed it. Today I was wearing my ratty, old Elvis impersonator school t-shirt and dark red and black fingerless gloves. I also wore maroonish purple skinny jeans and bright pink converse with blue strings.

I've never been able to be the perfect little girl that my busy little movie mom has always wanted me to be. Now I'm going to a stupid "boarding school" in Nevada. See, the reason I'm considered bad, is because I stick up for myself when people try to mess with me and apparently that is not "lady-like". I've never cared for being a little lady, and it was IMPOSSIBLE for me, I just want to be my tough, ADHD, punk self.

I had all of my things ready and soon saw the bus. I had my clothes in a backpack, my portable box easel with my paper and colored pencils, my journal and various musical instruments. I didn't even look at my mother as I boarded the bus.

I chucked my things through the aisle and into the back of the bus and sat in the last seat alone. In front of me was a choppy haired brunette with a little girly white jacket and some jeans and boots. In front of her was a curly haired Latino Santa's Elf with crazy brown eyes. I saw Elf-boy's eyes follow me as I walked to my seat and heard the girl slap him upside the head which caused him to say, "Ow! What the heck Piper?" Then I noticed a kid in the seat beside me that looked like one of those beach models with a hair cut that looked like Superman's in one of his old comics.

"Hey! How long did it take you to do your hair, ever since the nineteen-eighties?" I said loudly. That got everyone laughing.

"Ahh, a sassy one here I see." beach boy said."My name is Dylan. And your name is..." he trailed off.

"I don't care about your name Beach Boy so why ya want mine?" I said confidently. The a collective gasp came from the bus. Then some kids including Elf-boy start laughing at him.

"Who do you think you are newbie?" he asked flirtily.

"I think that I'm Alex and you need to back off before I knock ya in the nose." I threatened. Then a guy who looked like a gym coach who was at most five-one came between us.

"What's going on here? Do I need to break out the club?" he yelled sternly."Well for you I'd get a stretcher so you can grow instead of shrink." I said. Everyone cracked up and the guys face became as red as a tomato."What is your name?" he asked angrily.

"Alex. Is your name by any chance Shrimp?" and laughter erupted.

"Oh, your the new kid. I'm Coach Hedge."

"Whatever Coach Can't-look-over-a-Hedge." and that's what made him extremely angry and everyone's sides hurt with laughter.

"OKAY BUS! See girly, we have rules here and you need to respect them."

"Ya know, if you weren't so vertically challenged, you would actually seem intimidating." and that day, I never saw anyone turn that shade of red before. Then we finally reached a building that looked more like a detention center than a boarding school.

"WELCOME TO THE WILDERNESS SCHOOL!" he shouted in his megaphone but it sounded more like Darth Vadar. He slammed it on the ground and started kicking the bus and mumbling curse words. Then he yelled, "Valdez!" and Piper looked at Elf-boy. Then we got into our rooms.